Chapter 2 Let's Clubbing Tonight

"Van, you're coming clubbing tonight, right? I'll wait for you at Dark City Club at 10 p.m., okay?" Cindy's voice came from Vanya's cell phone, which was set to loudspeaker mode while its owner was busy applying electric pink nail polish to her long, neatly manicured nails.

"Sure, Cyin. I'll definitely be there, just wait for me. Btw, are you still seeing your sugar daddy from yesterday?" asked Vanya, pretending to be nosy while blowing on her nails.

"Aaahh, you mentioned him too. No, he's too possessive, even though he already has a wife. I'm tired of it! I broke up with him two days ago, let him cry his eyes out. That's why I want to find a new partner tonight at the club, maybe there will be a handsome rich guy I can bag," replied Cindy confidently.

"Ahahaha... bag? You think it's ketoprak, Cyin... you can bag it? The spicy one with two rubber bands," quipped Vanya casually.

"Hihihi... the spicier, the better, Babe!" Cindy replied, giggling.

"I want one too, a hot, handsome guy. I don't know why, but lately I've been feeling empty and a little lonely. You understand, Cyin, I'm a fake girl, if normal guys know I'm not a real girl, they always break up with me. The Indonesian mentality is still unable to accept imperfect people like me," said Vanya with a slightly sad tone in her voice as she sat sprawled out on the sofa on the balcony of her shop, staring at the light blue afternoon sky.

Cindy was silent for a moment before replying, "Don't think about it too much, Van. Someday you'll find a guy who will accept you for who you are. I understand your female soul, I never judge your choice to be a girl even though you're a guy. Hihihi."

"You're so silly, Cyin! Yeah, thanks. See you tonight, then. The whole gang, right?" replied Vanya.

"Yes, everyone's coming-Ellen, Rachel, Chacha, Lusy, the whole gang. Dress up nicely so you can find a partner, Van!" replied Cindy.

"Got it, Boss! Bye, Cyin," said Vanya, ending the call with Cindy.

Shortly after, Dedy went up to the balcony to call his boss because there was a loyal salon client who wanted to be handled directly by Vanya.

"Miss V-Vanya ..." Dedy called out stammeringly, swallowing hard as he looked at Vanya's smooth white thighs stretched out on the sofa.

Vanya sighed, noticing Dedy's lecherous gaze on her sexy, curvaceous body. "What's up, Ded?" she asked flatly.

"Mr. Rusli asked Ms. Vanya to cut his hair, but he refused to be handled by the salon stylist," replied Dedy, staring at Vanya's beautiful face to divert his attention from his boss's body, which was shaking his faith.

"Uhmm ... okay, I'll go down." Vanya pursed her lips as she walked past Dedy, who was standing by the balcony door.

Dedy's arm accidentally brushed against the full curve of Vanya's chest as his boss passed by earlier. Dedy's body suddenly felt weak, while Vanya was unaware of it. "When will I have a girlfriend like Ms. Vanya?! Her body gives me goosebumps," muttered Dedy, throwing his long bangs back and following Vanya downstairs.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Rusli. How are you? Is there anything Vanya can help you with?" Vanya greeted him in her melodious voice as she approached the chair where a man in his early 50s with a thick mustache was facing the salon mirror.

"Oh, Vanya Dear ... yes, I want to get my hair cut. It's too long. I don't like long hair, it makes me look less dignified and untidy," replied Rusli.

Vanya stood behind the chair where Uncle Rusli was sitting and touched his hair and head. "Okay, how about a taper fade, Uncle? So, Vanya will use a thin clipper on the sides and back, but leave the top thick so it doesn't look bald. Use a little pomade or gel on the ends so it looks neat when combed back," said Vanya while looking in the mirror and exchanging glances with Uncle Rusli.

"Sure... sure, Van. I'm sure it will look good," replied Uncle Rusli without fuss.

Vanya was happy with this loyal client, who wasn't fussy and had deep pockets. He sprayed water on Uncle Rusli's hair and began cutting the long hair around his neck. Then he used clippers to thin out the sides and back of the man's head. As he had expected, the taper fade hairstyle suited Uncle Rusli well, giving him a CEO-like aura of wealth. Vanya found quite a lot of white hair on Om Rusli's head.

"Uncle, would you like to tone your hair black? You're starting to get a lot of gray hair," said Vanya attentively.

"Oh? Sure, I'll have my hair dyed so I don't look too old. Hehehe," replied Uncle Rusli, chuckling as he looked at Vanya in the mirror.

"How about if Vanya's employee does the toning, Uncle?" Vanya asked cautiously, smiling slightly as she placed both hands on Uncle Rusli's shoulders.

Uncle Rusli nodded his head in understanding. "Okay, thanks, Van," he said, patting Vanya's hands on his shoulders.

After that, Vanya said goodbye to her employees and went home. The salon shop actually had a bedroom for Vanya, in addition to being occupied by her six employees. However, Vanya felt uncomfortable living with outsiders; she preferred to live with her family at home.

The roads in Jakarta were always congested during rush hour. Vanya's family home was in the Pondok Indah neighborhood, where they had lived for a long time.

Vanya listened to the radio while driving her white Honda Jazz. She waited for the red light to turn green, then turned her head to the right side of her car. There was a black BMW sedan, seemingly the latest model, with clear windows. A foreign man was driving the car, and at first glance, he looked like Chris Hemsworth.

She stared at the foreign man for quite a while until he noticed and turned to look at her.

"Oops!" Vanya said, biting her lip, then looking at the car in front of her.

Vanya turned her head to the right again and found the foreign man staring at her openly from inside his black BMW.

"TINN ... TINN ...." The sound of a car horn behind her broke the moment of mutual gazing.

Vanya immediately drove her car forward, while the BMW honked its horn as it passed Vanya's car. The foreigner flashed his handsome smile at Vanya and waved his hand.

She whistled. "Wow, he's so handsome, so cool, that foreign guy. When will I find a guy like that?" Vanya said to herself in her car as she drove home.

Seeing the traffic jam in Jakarta, it seemed like Vanya could only have dinner and take a shower before heading back to the nightclub where she and her girl's squad were going to party tonight.